The Poetry Bus Poem

The long lived Poetry Bus is driverless this weekend, but that doens't stop this legendary vehicle from taking to the virtual highroad.

Nanu is hosting here. The suggested, last minute themes were nothing, happiness and The Poetry Bus.

The conductor (remember when buses had conductors?)  is TFE.

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The wheels on the bus go round and round -
its weekly tour around the web
time zone to time zone, blog to blog,
wordpress or blogger, whatever, it stops.

The people on the bus stand up, sit down-
passengers spread across time zones
some board weekly, some more sporadic,
broadcasting their journeywork to join.

The conductor on the bus says 'Tickets please' -
words and photos, fireworks and boats,
themes and prompts jostle shoulder to shoulder,
clinging to the seatbacks as the bus lurches on.

The driver on the bus says 'Move along' -
with sonnets and ballads cheek to cheek,
villenelles jowl to jowl with rants,
haiku make room for free verse in the backseat.

The wipers on the bus go 'swish, swosh, swish' -
comments flow, phrases admired,
tweaks and suggestions made, personal experiences
inspire shared emotional support.

The horn on the bus says 'beep, beep, beep' -
time to get on board
for another weekend's world tour
of the infamous Poetry Bus.

and the wheels on the bus go round and round
all day long.